1, 2, 3, 4

22 3 5
                                    

one cut, two cuts
three cuts, four
how many more
until I'm dying on
the floor?

five cuts, six cuts
seven cuts, eight
how do I get out
of this freaking
place?

nine cuts, ten cuts
eleven cuts, twelve
gosh, I wish I could
be someone else.

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